let it be forever recorded ...

Late this afternoon I reminded my boys and the neighbour boys - again - that they don't have yell at each other all the time, and all at the same time. Marty then told them: "Listen to my Mommy. She knows everything!". He didn't know I heard him speak this truth, so at dinner time I planted the seed in his impressionable little heart again. I told him that I know that he'll grow bigger if he eats his dinner. He asked me how I know. I told him I know that because I know everything. Then his eyes got big (like only his can) and he said "I told my friends that you know everything and they said that you don't." I said "Well, I'm sorry but your friends are wrong." He asked how I knew that. I told him that I know that because I know everything. He wasn't quite sure, but I think, at least for today, he believes me. Tomorrow (and about 6 years from now) will be a different story.

And totally unrelated ... the final rides and drives on the battery operated dump truck we bought on Craigslist last September, and sold this August.  Long story, and now it's long gone. And we're okay with that. (Although Max saw these pictures and asked if he could somehow have one more ride.)